the tour

I remember listening to this song the day I got into medical school. Really, it doesn't make any sense in terms of the lyrics or anything... it just sounded triumphant, and that's how I felt at the time.

Three and three-quarters years later I'm sitting in the airport waiting to begin my tour as I (and the schools) decide which residency program I'm going to be joining in July. It hit me as I left my house that somehow these (almost) four years have just whizzed by and I'm at a point I couldn't even fathom when I first got accepted.

How do I feel? It's a mixed bag, as usual. Anxiety, excitement, ... and gratefulness.

It's strange, I try to imagine how me from 2008 would have reacted if he sat down beside me and had a chat about what's transpired over the past four years. He'd probably say I look a bit more tired, and probably with a different style. I'm sure he'd have no idea what was in store for him.

But it's not over yet.